| Carrying your ashes from bar to bar |
| I’m in a mess &you're in a mason jar |
| With you under my arm like a football |
| I’m not ready to let go &that is all |
| You were never big on conversation and that hasn’t changed since you cremation |
| And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do I wish that I was hardnosed |
| Fight a forest fire with a garden hose |
| And be brave enough right now to start on something new |
| You were right there in the urn light as a feather |
| If my hands weren’t shaky I’d glue you back together |
| This watering hole was our favourite stop |
| So I’ll take off the lid and pour a drink down the top, for you |
| And I’ll pull down on that magic lever |
| That makes it stay the past forever |
| And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do Someone’s stabbed my voodoo doll |
| Now it hurts each time that nature calls |
| And you’re lucky that nature’s finished calling out to you |
| You were down to your very last little belt loop |
| But you were tougher than a pitbull in the paratroops |
| And if you’re afraid of getting hurt you suffer more ills |
| Like the hypocondriac who dies choking on his pills |
| So I should swallow really hard &deal with this pain |
| Cause I’m as wasted as a neatfreak in a hurricane |
| And I feel most times like you do You know I feel most times like you do I thought I was the one that died |
| And this was heaven’s weird amusement ride |
| But you pinched me in the dream &I saw it wasn’t true |
| So I’m dumping your ashes on the flood |
| And we’ll laugh as people slip on you while coming in this door |
| And I’ll drink on what you said to stop my feet draggin' |
| no one dog’s bark should ever stop the wagon |